The Washing.
Cochabamba, Bolivia
Every week, over fifty street children would line up at the city plaza
for the ‘Kid Washing’…where we would bathe, clothe, and
feed them. The girls would then get pretty braids.
🙂
Cochabamba, Bolivia
Every week, over fifty street children would line up at the city plaza
for the ‘Kid Washing’…where we would bathe, clothe, and
feed them. The girls would then get pretty braids.
🙂
…to a dear family in
Tema, Ghana.
Cuddle time with Gabriel at his home in
Quillacollo, Bolivia.
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“…Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them,
for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.”
-Matthew 19:14
…though I take care of adults, I adore the tinier guests. 🙂
If I could give the world a gift,
in a form simple, pure- a trifling shift-
some comfort to the day, a smile to your heart,
wisdom for your soul, warmth to every part.
If I could give a gift that’s real,
each bruising stab, its wound would heal.
The scar resulting, to remain no more,
but a closure true, stilled to the core.
But if I could give a gift of mine,
what would it be but a drop in the Rhine?
A carbon in diamond, an atom of a stone-
What difference would it make, if made alone?
If I could give the world a gift,
true and honest, though slight, a lift-
to share my love ’til love’s no more.
May we flow this gift together…a drip into a pour.